SAVEUR Magazine
And so it is that my cookbook collection is haunted by the ghosts of fevers past, a shelf of turn-of-the-century volumes each of which concerns itself, at least in part, with the care and feeding of the ill. “Invalid Cookery” was once a standard chapter in cookbooks of the Victorian era, a time when most health care was provided at home, though as a concept it has nearly disappeared today.
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SAVEUR Magazine
In 1983 my two mothers, Meredith and Elyse, bought an espresso cart, parked it along Alki Beach in West Seattle, and unknowingly positioned themselves among a handful of coffee pioneers in the Northwest. A year later, I came along. I have spent my life surrounded by coffee.
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The Hairpin
I have never had a driver’s license. I have always had two mothers. As opposed to dismissing my utter fear of driving, I like to believe that this attachment to public transit was born out of a deeper history. I began with a bus. Or rather, a fleet of them. My parents drove trolleys. It was a good way to meet girls and they got to wear uniforms while navigating the steep hills of Seattle.
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The Hairpin
One of my old coworkers once went as a garden gnome. She basically just dressed herself as a gnome (very comfortable and warm) and carried around a plot of fake grass that she would stand on from time to time. Sort of brilliant! This could easily be reinterpreted as a “sexy” garden gnome, but really, who can beat wearing a cozy drinking suit AND having a clean place to plop yourself down?
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Thought Catalog
While I was hostessing the summer after my sophomore year of college, my boss would play two John Mayer albums over and over and over again. As in, I had to wear pleated khaki pants, an over-sized, tucked-in Izod polo and listen to John Mayer for the entirety of my shift. I would get emotional about my boyfriend and my future all by myself while rolling baskets of place settings before the dinner shift and thinking, “I hope no one ever finds out about me & John Mayer right now.” One afternoon, while listening to “Why Georgia?” I looked out the window to see a dark, skeletal figure peddling toward me on a bike as old as he was. The first pair of words to enter my mind were “Ichabod Crane.” The second were “John Waters.” And indeed, it was. Waters made a little loop around the parking lot and motioned for me to come outside. I smoothed my chinos and scurried. “When are you folks opening for dinner this evening?” he asked. I did my best to answer while sincerely questioning my grasp on reality.
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The Hairpin
The right people will be your memory bank. The right people will bring out the best in you.
Some people are the wrong people. Do not confuse them with the rare people who are inherently evil or bad. These people are just not for you.
There are the friends you meet for the occasional happy hour, and there are friends with whom you have longstanding Taco Tuesdays. Taco Tuesday means a bottle of wine for each person and peeling back the business-casual mask of the weekday while relaying mortifying tales of performed adulthood to one another. You hit reply all. You cried at your desk. You said “I love you” when you were unprepared or drunk or sober. Any day can be Taco Tuesday. These are the people who fill in your blanks. These are the right people.
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Thought Catalog
A year ago I wrote “welcome back” on the kitchen chalkboard instead of “it’s difficult living with someone who doesn’t love you as much as you want them to.” We stayed together for three months after that.
Here is a joke that might explain my relationship with Nick:
Me: So I told her, they don’t make a condom for your heart.
Him: Well, actually they do. It’s called your pericardial sack.
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HartmanSalt
Inspiration and individuality are key when telling the story of how fashion and food found each other. Both worlds celebrate beauty. Both mark the seasons and embrace reinvention. And while the latest trend in food may in fact be predicting food trends, our signs point to the relationship between food and fashion being a lasting one, rooted in deep devotion to experimentation and driven by a collective cultural passion for self-expression.
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Citysearch
Julia Child once said that, ‘life itself is the proper binge.’ In my mind, that pretty much levels the playing field when it comes to food and sex. After all, my most fulfilling affairs will forever be linked to where we ate the night before and what was cooked the morning after. In our fair city, Cafe Presse is the perfect launching pad for intimate trysts and my personal cure-all for wounded hearts. When asparagus is in season and my need for buttery ham is only surpassed by my thirst for a demi pichet of delectable wine, Presse gathers my carnal desires into the perfect storm of gastronomic ecstasy. The asparagus salad, croque madame and a choice bacchantic beverage make for a meal that is almost as titillating as a scandalous weekend abroad. A West Seattle girl at heart, there?s nothing like wandering into Bakery Nouveau, sleepy-eyed and bed-headed, for a fantastic morning-after Americano (courtesy of Lighthouse Roasters) and a twice-baked almond croissant. Not since I was introduced to their preferred style of kissing in the sixth grade have the French done so much for the quality of my love life.
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More and more the line between the digital and the physical is being blurred, with the world of fashion and apparel being no exception. Look for brands to move between physical pop-up shops and online outlets as a way to offer savings and exclusivity to consumers in reimagined formats.
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HartBeat
By now, it should be obvious that Twitter is a major player on the street food scene. In the past we’ve warned against using Twitter as a marketing tool for essentially spamming your consumers. Mobile vendors are prime examples of how businesses can authentically harness social media in the right way. Snacks! has no website, just a Twitter account and Facebook page suggesting its clientele are ahead of the curve when it comes to communicating online. Just this week Snacks! urged Twitter fans to come in for root beer floats made with cane sugar and their signature soft serve (assembled in the bottle). For those seeking more traditional treats, Snacks! is also offering up seasonal flavors of Molly Moon’s ice cream by the pint.
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